All the Belize Puns & 16 Other Things That Shocked Me in Belize

All the Belize puns were not the only things that shocked me in Belize. In fact, Belize is endlessly, aggressively interesting!

I’m not a pointer. Growing up, weren’t we constantly told pointing is rude? Instead, with the fear of a merciless, pointer-punishing god inside me, I just say things like, “Look over there. No. Right. There. No, there. LOOK. RIGHT THERE. Ugh. Well, you missed it.” while my husband shouts, “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.”

And there you have my time in Belize, a country bursting with stuff to aggressively verbally acknowledge and Belize puns to describe just about everything.

This post was originally published in January 2017 but has been completely updated for 2021.

So much of Belize is shocking to first-time visitors–stuff that goes well beyond how delicious the food is, how accommodating the people are, and how serene the jungle is first thing in the morning. Well, first thing after the sunrise hunt of the howler monkeys, that is. Rawr!

But here, I’m talking about the deeper stuff. Not just the surreal hue of the turquoise ocean, but the stuff I can’t believe I saw/experienced/ate off a tree in the woods.

We’re venturing into uncharted territory here in Belize and this statement has little to do with this being my first ever trip to Belize and more to do with the fact that I ATE BUGS. See? You’re shocked. Gimme more of that. Here are the 17 things that shocked me the most in Belize.

So imagine my delight upon touching down in a country that values cheesy wordplay at much as I value not getting as much hate mail as I surely deserve. Belize puns FTW.

Belize it or not, the majority of these eye-roll-inducing Belize puns came from the lips of locals: our jungle tour guides, our golf-cart taxi driver, our taxi cab taxi driver, our Caye Caulker snorkeling guides!

And not just in a kiss up to the tourist dropping that sweet American cash kinda way either–they actually get tickled when using Belize puns and it’s adorable.

What I’ve deduced from my trip is this: Belizeans are very excited to be Belizeans. They love their tiny, gorgeous, albeit face-melting country. And they love even more to laugh and smile. Maybe one day we can all be this happy-go-lucky. Don’t stop belize-ing!

I told them I could never eat a termite. What do you think has kept me from auditioning for Fear Factor all these years? (Besides the fact that it hasn’t aired since 2012) It’s because I know they’d make me eat a bug! And probably under water. On a speeding train.

“Ok!” And in one swift move I stuck a finger in, pulled out a few live termites, stuck my finger in my mouth and pulled it out clean. My parents must be so proud. Now I will answer some of the questions you undoubtedly have:

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Since this termite experience I’ve also eaten bugs in Mexico too. (What is happening to me!) Check out my post on the 17 things that shocked me in Mexico for more good travel stories. (No Belize puns though, sorry.)

Though we were technically there during Belize’s “wet season,” it was very much the opposite. All we heard about was the drought. The drought. The damn drought. When we asked why there were no mosquitos in the jungle, the answer was, “the drought.”

We had prepared to be eaten alive–during which, I can almost guarantee, I would taste either like turkey bacon or avocados, depending on which couch I’m on.

We were prepared to spend our time in Belize covered in a slimy layer of bug repellent, smelling like a soccer mom during parents’ weekend at sleepaway camp. However, such was not the case.

In short, I hate bug spray. But I also hate mosquitos. The drought did cause Belize some problems for its time, but at least mosquito-borne diseases were not one of them. Belize, about that drought… sorry not sorry.

However, I still recommend packing bug repellent for any trip to Belize (along with the itch cream for the spots you missed). For everything else you need to take with you, check out my complete Belize packing list here, and enter your email below to get the printable checklist sent right to you!

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You don’t realize you’ve been duped until you finish your first Belikin. It sure looks like a regular bottle of beer. It feels like one, smells like one, is shaped like one, makes me agree to night hikes through the jungle like one.

The bottles of Belikin you will consume your weight in while in Belize aren’t what they appear to be. They are the same size as a regular 12oz bottle of beer but the glass is thicker.

It feels in your hand like a regular 12oz beer but the bottle is weighted. It’s priced the same as a 12oz bottle of beer but you’re only getting 9.6 ounces of beer. 9.6 OUNCES! Why did I even get out of bed this morning!? Oh yeah, because this is where you drink them:

This little Belikin scam will trick you constantly. You’ll think you still have more beer in your bottle because it feels like there’s still beer in your bottle. But you’ll put that empty bottle to your mouth more times than you can count. [insert sad trombone sound effect here] Belikin, you still hold the Caye to my heart anyway.

Because before my trip to Belize I actually spent a good 6 months in therapy conquering said fear of spiders. Therapy! For spiders! This is why you get health insurance.

It felt nothing like she thought it would, wasn’t terrifying in the least bit, and now she can watch the end of Home Alone without shielding her eyes.

By the way, therapy works. My therapist was the first person I sent this photo to… from deep in the Belizean jungle like it was a gosh darn emergency.

Acrophobic? Claustrophobic? Galeophobic? Belize has a cure for you all in the form of exposure therapy. Do it while you’re travel-high or you’ll never do it at all.

And I know I’m not alone in this. Most of the questions I get asked regarding the ATM cave tour have to do with spiders. Some people absolutely refuse to go on this amazing, once-in-a-lifetime experience of a cave hike because, yes, I saw one spider in there. (Albeit a large and weird-looking one that I think was part scorpion, but still.)

When you’re ready to face your fears head-on in the most real environment there is, head to Belize! I Belize in you! If you’re afraid of Belize puns, you may want to just find a new destination altogether.

All the Belizeans we came into contact with where a wildfire was concerned possessed the same nonchalant attitude whilst I freaked out in the backseat of whatever vehicle in which I was currently captive.

A few days in, my husband and I were biking up a mountain when we came upon a young wildfire that soon began engulfing the nearby trees. We raced back to our lodge to alert the staff that, just down the road, THE EARTH WAS AFLAME. “Ehh, yeah, someone told us already.” *resumes trimming the bushes*

We never once saw any effort being applied to putting these fires out but… I guess Belize is still there? I haven’t checked lately.

Screaming geckos

Man, geckos are cu-uute but did y’all know they can scream bloody murder? I didn’t either until I heard what sounded like someone tickling an angry pig every night. Or more precisely, Herbology class at Hogwarts. Don’t believe me? Check out this video.

This is what we heard at all hours of the night and it was terrifying to say the least. You must pack earplugs for your trip to Belize if you want to actually sleep in Belize.

Howler monkeys

These are howler monkeys–the Guinness world record holder for loudest animal on Earth. They call the jungles of Belize home and they do so loud as all get out.

They love to make their presence known and they do so around 4 am, echoing across the river valley, teleporting you from your dreams to your worst Jurassic Park nightmares.

Have a listen the howler monkey’s call here. OMG that video is just… I’m laughing so hard at how something so cute can be so horrifying. Skip to 0:45 if you never want to sleep again.

8. Belize’s airports

Well, this is it. The Caye Caulker, Belize airport. The airstrip in San Ignacio is even smaller. I think we are so used to massive international air terminals with their throngs of people and even thicker security protocols that we forget places like this can even exist. But hey, they ship FedEx!

Check out the sign for baggage claim (like, where else would it be?) and how the luggage is actually nowhere near it. And the rake for the dirt runway. Do you think they offer free (bike) parking? It’s so pure, I love it.

10. Just how little your appearance means to you now

If you’ve read my article on what to pack for Belize you already understand how vastly I underestimated how little my appearance would matter to me in Belize.

It’s so hot in Belize. Your hair will never be down nor will it ever be fully dry. Neither will your clothes. You won’t wear any of the “cute outfits” you brought because… remember the wet one-piece bathing suit struggle of your childhood? Yeah, that.

You won’t care that nothing matches because you just want to be cool for the love of GOD. You won’t care that you have to wear the same dress three days in a row because it’s the only thing that doesn’t scratch at the sunburn on your bum.

You’ll ask yourself how you ever wore makeup in the first place? How you ever used a hot tool on your hair? Was there ever a time when you weren’t dripping? Hey there, Mr. Drought… I think I can solve your problem.

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11. How little you care what goes into your body

Everything to eat in Belize is fantastic. You won’t care about your “diet” or your beach body or your new year’s reso- ha, I can’t even say that with a straight face.

The only thing on your mind will be “Gimme the fry jacks!” Fry jacks for breakfast, fry jacks for lunch, fry jacks for midnight snacks. You won’t care if your food comes from a street cart on a dusty road or out of a kitchen with a sign that says “Don’t feed the cat” because the street tacos and crispy fried chicken will be so worth the lack of a governing health organization.

You won’t be thinking about pesticides or gluten or GMOs because, in Belize, all that stands for is “Gimme. More. O’dat.”

One of the best meals I had during my time in Belize was had while we were on our way out of it. Our hilarious, 90-year-old (that’s a guess) taxi driver, on the way to the Belize City airport, told us about this guy who makes the best burgers in Belize.

He took us to the guy pictured above–set up on a street corner near the airport, where all the best restaurants are known for being located.

He didn’t have any burgers at the time (because he was saving them all for a large order of 40+ burgers later in the day, as you’d expect from only the most well-established joints). However, he cooked us some to-die-for BBQ chicken we still try to recreate at home. Gimme. More. O’dat.

This picture isn’t nearly as impressive as the real thing so unless you’ve seen a brahman up close you can just move on to #13. That’s “number” 13 for all my readers under 30.

13. The mutual respect that develops between you and the bugs in your room

At home, you see a couple of ants in your house so what do you do? Smash them to bits of course then lay out traps to slowly but surely obliterate all of their kin.

However, after spending even a little bit of time in the jungle, you’ll develop a sort of mutual understanding with the ants and other insects that visit your lodging.

Even in the top-notchiest of jungle resorts there will be ants but it won’t bother you. You’ll see them walking around in your room and you’ll say, “hi ant” and step over rather than on them.

You know they’re just checking things out, minding their own business, with no desire to crawl into bed with you–unlike at home where you’re positive they’re looking for a warm sugary spot in your cabinets to invite all 12 million of their friends of family.

You won’t care when you see them in your bathroom or by the window or under the bed. At home, nothing lives. In Belize, we’re all pals. They don’t bother me–I don’t bother them. 

Besides, all they’ll do is walk around a bit, find nothing of interest then head back out into the jungle to be swiftly slurped up by the gecko that shares your nightstand.

14. Belizean fishing

Have you seen how they fish in Caye Caulker? It’s a sight to behold, for sure. Instead of a fishing rod and reel, they use fishing line tied to a small stick or piece of driftwood.

They bait it, whip the line as far out as they can using the lasso method of cowboy notoriety and yank it in, hand over hand. 

Has no one ever told them, “There’s a better way, you know!” What if they catch something… big? Won’t the fishing line slice through their hands like a hot knife through a stick of butter? I have so many questions.

While chillin’ on Caye Caulker, my husband told the owner of our cabana that we wanted to do some fishing. Our host gladly put together some gear for us: a bucket and some fishing line wrapped around a small piece of wood. OK, well this is happening. We did catch… some more bait.

15. How amazing sleeping outside is

My husband and I went out one night to admire the millions of stars viewable only in places like the middle of the jungle… and space.

It was a cool night and the hammocks quite literally rocked us to sleep. It was so relaxing, so dream-like, and then you’re abruptly scared awake by the sounds of the T-Rex army across the valley looking for young goats or old scientists to eat. But I digress.

Black Rock Lodge shuts off all their exterior lights at 10pm each night so you can fully enjoy the night sky without a trace of light pollution. It’s glorious. Is this what camping is for? Why people voluntarily sleep in the woods? 

I have a fabulous deck at my house but I would never sleep outside on it–it’s exclusively used for grilling and to act as a landing pad for packages tossed up there by UPS. Besides, aren’t there bugs out there? And lurkers?

But in Belize, I care not–I’m travel-high. And I went on a jungle night hike… I know what hunts us. But it would take all the jaguars, all the tarantulas, kinkajous, howler monkeys, vipers and all those wild guinea pig things in the jungle to drag me out of that hammock. Or actually, just my husband mentioning a ghost one single time.

16. The Belizean public transportation norm

Americans have got to be the most spoiled members of the human race. Besides the pets of Americans, that is.

Here in the US, we demand of our public transportation things like: hybrid technology, working AC/heat, handicap accessibility, USB outlets, the ability to accept credit cards for our $1.50 trips, and even, psshhh, WI-FI!

In Belize? They require only two things: a gas pedal and a brake pedal. There certainly isn’t any Wi-Fi. There isn’t even have a Fi.

They do have plenty of Wi though. Like, why won’t that baby stop staring at me? Why is that woman’s boob out? Why is my hand tangled in this woman’s hair?

And why am I on an old American school bus painted every color of the rainbow? Why is no one concerned that the whole country is on fire?

But for what it’s worth–I survived. The two-hour bus ride was like $4 and none of the people I fell on, knocked over, accidentally felt up, sweat on, pretended not to see (boobs) were anything but understanding.

I wasn’t robbed or–spoiler alert–murdered. It was 1,000°F inside the overstuffed bus that day made even hotter by all the wildfires making me only pretty sick that day instead of extremely sick.

Belizeans travel this way every single day and, I assume, think nothing of it. They don’t seem to mind that they can’t check their emails or charge their phones. Who really needs all that crap anyway?

You’ve got wheels underfoot, gas in the tank and a guy who jumps on through the emergency exit to sell fresh guava. And you never know–maybe there’s a galaxy somewhere wondering how we survive without the use of unicorn-drawn cloud carriages and rainbow slides to get us where we need to go.

17. The pharmacy situation

Call me uptight but in America I’d be quick to second guess a barely standing pharmacy (complete with chickens and a drooling, one-eyed mutt) where they sell drugs by the pill and only accept non-sequential bills. Is that just me?

The foreign pharmacy

How can you be sure those pills even are what they’re said to be? Pills themselves don’t say “Ibuprofen 200mg, take once every 4 hours.” They say “UB40” or “SUM 41” or something else patently useless to anyone outside the realm of pop music.

Is this guy a licensed pharmacist? He’s wearing a blood-stained apron and has a collection of Homer Simpson figurines on the shelf behind the counter. I’m worried he’s been taking too many of his own “10,000 Maniacs” liquigels.

Maybe you’ll question yourself: How bad does my head hurt… really?

“Oh wait, this isn’t America and I don’t need a prescription? Well then, what’re you waiting for–load me up! Some of those… and yeah some of those… can you even dye my eyes to match my gown? I’ll take some U-2s, some B-52s, and a handful of BLINK-182s.”

Desperation sets in

Patronizing a foreign pharmacy falls under the category of, not travel-high, but travel-desperation. Don’t even act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

When you’re abroad and you’ve got a raging headache, killer cramps, food poisoning, or an allergic reaction to a mysterious piece of fruit, you’ll take whatever the hell you can get, wherever the hell you can get it from. And the physical condition/questionable legitimacy of that “pharmacy” matters not.

More info and Belize puns

› Heading to Belize? I Belize you’ll find great places to stay in the jungle and on the islands.
› But where do I recommend? Black Rock Lodge and Colinda Cabanas, respectively.
› Don’t forget to pick up a Belize guidebook.
› Check out my other unbelizeable Belize posts.
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